Missing

I wonder where
All my missing stuff goes
Does it hide beneath the snow
Down a pathway
Over a hill
Maybe they’re hiding with Jack and Jill
Under the water
Through a stream
Every night I have a dream
To a far-off land
With lots of bees
Buzz, buzz, buzzing in different color trees
They use my socks as blankets
And my lunchbox as a bed
And my little pink eraser as a place to put their heads
I wonder where all my missing stuff goes
Maybe I’ll find the answer someday
But right now I can’t find my tray
Oh no!
I think I’ve lost it again!